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The so far dormant entity's ear caught the words she's been looking for to hear throughout the nights. Open mic. A last moment check to make sure everything was beyond perfect:
“RAISE YOUR HORNS !”
The incredibly gritty howl reverberated throughout the palace, although instead of horns, wings broke free from her body.
“RAISE 'EM HIGH !” almost a battle cry, the entity glittering in gold and starlight made her way towards the stage with utmost ease & lack of care
“LET 'EM SOAR, LET 'EM FLY ” impossibly strong vibrato and effortless switches between clean and raw rasp vocals, without needing a microphone, her wings seemingly acting as an amplifier
“UP THROUGH THE HEAVENS, FOREVERMORE” fire began to envelop her body, obscuring the golden wonder from the eyes
“LET 'EM RAIN DOWN; RAISE YOUR HORNS!” Cindy reached the stage at last, stepping out of the whirl of cosmic fire in an entirely different outfit, the Cosmic Dusk.
“Now, that I have all of your attention,” grit still present in her speaking voice as well along with a cuttingly playful edge “I have to ask: do you settle for less? Less than what you could be or could get? Obviously not, if you are attending to this ball. I know most of you run for the hills at the sound of rock n roll, but don't bolt just yet. I have something digestible even for such fine crowd.”
The entity chuckled, yes she will be holding back, still a better outcome than trying and succeeding in outscreaming nobility. The rhythm although heavy, she was true to her promise and reigned the previously displayed raw force of her voice.
“I know what you want, I know what you like: You're obsessively undressing me with your eyes.” still without a microphone, her voice surrounding the crowd nicely “I know what you need, I know how to play. I know how to give without giving it all away.”
“I got all my moves! I know how to tease, I know what to do and wanna make you believe~” she broke away from the crowd for a minute to address the next lines to Beelza herself
“That you, baby, you're special. A whole 'nother level.” a ghost caress of her cheek with one of her radiating wings before stepping towards the crowd again
“And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight, yeah, you maybe I'll let ya” her own gloved hands skating across her body, head turning towards Beelza once more
“But I'll never settle, for anything less than special, special, special, special.”
“I know who you are, got your number down.” Cindy sat at the very edge the stage, allowing a demon to run his talons up her thigh high boots “I know how to turn you on” a purr before a sharp push with her heel as she stood “and turn your ego down.”
“And I hear all your friends, I know what they say: If you get dishonest promise I won't hesitate” a breathy, seductive tone in extremely sharp contrast of her first introduction of earth shattering vocals
“To put out the fire, to put up a wall! Don't ruin it by thinking you're the be-all and end-all.” an immediate slip back to the previous volume, playing with her voice so effortlessly as if it was as easy as breathing
“That you baby, you're special, a whole 'nother level.” this time the singer sought out a different member of the crowd, a beautiful succubus dressed in purple shades “And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight, yeah, you, maybe I'll let ya. I'll never settle, for anything less than special, special, special, special.” jade sprinkled with golden stars fluttered close at the guitar solo; this is what she craved. What she dreamed of. And she will be damned if she doesn't deliver.
“I know what you want, I know what you like, trying to convince me with your ‘meet me backstage’ smile.” she wagged a finger with an all knowing grin, slithering down to a squat, close enough to touch; that if someone dared to with such wings looming above them “But I got all my moves, I know how to tease, I know what to do and wanna make you believe!”
“That, you baby, you're special like some kind of rebel.”
“And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight!” switching into a sharper, aggressive tone as the song eventually drew to a close “Yeah, you! Well, maybe I'll let ya!”
“But I'll never settle.”
“For anything less than special, special, special, special !”
Cindy allowed the last beats to close the performance, bathed in the spotlight and her own radiance
“Was that so bad was it now?” she asked, voice filled with smug with satisfaction
“Want to try something heavier? I can last the whole night.” the innuendo perfectly on purpose, although a glance at Beelza “Or as long as it's allowed.” she corrected, though she was curious who had the guts to perform after her.
@qveenofgluttony / @infernal-feminae
The so far dormant entity's ear caught the words she's been looking for to hear throughout the nights. Open mic. A last moment check to make sure everything was beyond perfect:
“RAISE YOUR HORNS !”
The incredibly gritty howl reverberated throughout the palace, although instead of horns, wings broke free from her body.
“RAISE 'EM HIGH !” almost a battle cry, the entity glittering in gold and starlight made her way towards the stage with utmost ease & lack of care
“LET 'EM SOAR, LET 'EM FLY ” impossibly strong vibrato and effortless switches between clean and raw rasp vocals, without needing a microphone, her wings seemingly acting as an amplifier
“UP THROUGH THE HEAVENS, FOREVERMORE” fire began to envelop her body, obscuring the golden wonder from the eyes
“LET 'EM RAIN DOWN; RAISE YOUR HORNS!” Cindy reached the stage at last, stepping out of the whirl of cosmic fire in an entirely different outfit, the Cosmic Dusk.
“Now, that I have all of your attention,” grit still present in her speaking voice as well along with a cuttingly playful edge “I have to ask: do you settle for less? Less than what you could be or could get? Obviously not, if you are attending to this ball. I know most of you run for the hills at the sound of rock n roll, but don't bolt just yet. I have something digestible even for such fine crowd.”
The entity chuckled, yes she will be holding back, still a better outcome than trying and succeeding in outscreaming nobility. The rhythm although heavy, she was true to her promise and reigned the previously displayed raw force of her voice.
“I know what you want, I know what you like: You're obsessively undressing me with your eyes.” still without a microphone, her voice surrounding the crowd nicely “I know what you need, I know how to play. I know how to give without giving it all away.”
“I got all my moves! I know how to tease, I know what to do and wanna make you believe~” she broke away from the crowd for a minute to address the next lines to Beelza herself
“That you, baby, you're special. A whole 'nother level.” a ghost caress of her cheek with one of her radiating wings before stepping towards the crowd again
“And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight, yeah, you maybe I'll let ya” her own gloved hands skating across her body, head turning towards Beelza once more
“But I'll never settle, for anything less than special, special, special, special.”
“I know who you are, got your number down.” Cindy sat at the very edge the stage, allowing a demon to run his talons up her thigh high boots “I know how to turn you on” a purr before a sharp push with her heel as she stood “and turn your ego down.”
“And I hear all your friends, I know what they say: If you get dishonest promise I won't hesitate” a breathy, seductive tone in extremely sharp contrast of her first introduction of earth shattering vocals
“To put out the fire, to put up a wall! Don't ruin it by thinking you're the be-all and end-all.” an immediate slip back to the previous volume, playing with her voice so effortlessly as if it was as easy as breathing
“That you baby, you're special, a whole 'nother level.” this time the singer sought out a different member of the crowd, a beautiful succubus dressed in purple shades “And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight, yeah, you, maybe I'll let ya. I'll never settle, for anything less than special, special, special, special.” jade sprinkled with golden stars fluttered close at the guitar solo; this is what she craved. What she dreamed of. And she will be damned if she doesn't deliver.
“I know what you want, I know what you like, trying to convince me with your ‘meet me backstage’ smile.” she wagged a finger with an all knowing grin, slithering down to a squat, close enough to touch; that if someone dared to with such wings looming above them “But I got all my moves, I know how to tease, I know what to do and wanna make you believe!”
“That, you baby, you're special like some kind of rebel.”
“And you wanna touch me, take me home tonight!” switching into a sharper, aggressive tone as the song eventually drew to a close “Yeah, you! Well, maybe I'll let ya!”
“But I'll never settle.”
“For anything less than special, special, special, special !”
Cindy allowed the last beats to close the performance, bathed in the spotlight and her own radiance
“Was that so bad was it now?” she asked, voice filled with smug with satisfaction
“Want to try something heavier? I can last the whole night.” the innuendo perfectly on purpose, although a glance at Beelza “Or as long as it's allowed.” she corrected, though she was curious who had the guts to perform after her.
@qveenofgluttony / @infernal-feminae
The others faded to background noise, not like she was deaf to others' talent; but indeed as she had sang: her attention was only directed towards special ones.
Genuine smile at words, especially upon realization that the praise came from a member of the audience she'd sought out.
“Thank you, means a lot you enjoyed” a slide of her chin towards a few higher ranked ladies still trying and failing to clean the wine stains out of their ornate dresses; likely jolted at her unexpected intro
“I had to make sure nobody thinks I'm some kind of angel.” Cindy offered part of the explanation, shining wings still on display, yet her own radiance seemed to come from within
“They...act as an amplifier so I don't need a microphone. But no alterations otherwise, what you hear is all me.” the entity was slightly defensive of her born gift, didn't want any rumors catching flight that it was also a cosmic trick
“I'm Cindy, and again I'm happy that you enjoyed the little concert.” a pause, her smile softening even more “And your shoes are absolutely adorable! Although, definitely not as beautiful as you. ”
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While Dia herself hadn't found the courage to go up and do anything with the open mic she had enjoyed watching the others have fun. One performance that stood out was Cindy, the succubus had been quite intrigued to see what would come after her opener. Sadly there were others, who in her mind were way less interesting, that also wanted to perform, so Cindy had to give up the mic.
But at least that did leave the woman open to be approached "A shame you had to give up that mic, you were rocking the whole ball"
She didn't interfere her thoughts, she cannot influence this decision. It ultimately depended on what Gabriel desired the most, not what Cindy gladly would've done to save her. Chin tilted higher as she was addressed, still by her human name despite her state, a sincere nod at the meaning behind those words.
A few beats of silence after the angel disappeared from sight; only then did those beyond divine wings unfold and dive after her. A blazing supernova in all its glory, scouring for the perfect moment: between realms. Where here essence has been eroded but not fully corrupted. To survive her gift of a second life. A sharp curve and the Phoenix caught the Archangel right in the middle of realms, stopping her fall.
“Focus only on me. I'm sorry if it hurts, just trust me little one.”
Arms, fingers grew elongated along with her figure, the stars surrounding them brightening then dimming as the entity took their power for the process. Cosmic flames surrounded both kept in perfect equilibrium by the increased solar winds.
The Eternal Fire's chest cracked open, within glowed, stirred the Universe itself, white hot and ever changing.
Long fingers reached for Gabriel, as gently as It possibly could, slowly pried her apart meanwhile cooing praises and encouragement in a language that didn't require words to be understood. What remained of her was damaged, dimming rapidly; placing a part of her had a chance of also succumbing to the rot.
Enormous wings of galaxies closed over them in a protective cocoon, her human features morphing less and less recognizable, celestial tailfeathers began to fully form instead of legs. Arms drew the angel flush against Its body, aligning her chest cavity with their core. The purest form of energy flowed through the inflicted wounds, It could feel Gabriel's essence react, at first with recoil then greedy acceptance. Fire swirled around the reignited parts, slowly but surely penetrating through ‘divine’ layers: fundamentally and forever changing what Gabriel was.
The Phoenix continued to pour Itself into the fragile body, tethering on the edge of no return to her human form, as even more of the stars dimmed forever in their vicinity. It never stopped their song either, something beyond primordial to provide a tiny bit of calm for the little creature. Its own body signaled first, the transformation was complete and most importantly, stable.
It carefully began weaving Gabriel's chest together, catching glimpses of the beauty and power that now not only resided within but was her. The Phoenix's core sealed itself in tandem with Gabriel's, planet sized wings rapidly unfurling in a solar storm, the momentum carrying them away the ultimate balance between realms and far past Heaven till it disappeared from view completely.
The creature slowly began to resemble to something vaguely human once again, receding in size and radiation, the Sun itself behind her supplying the power she had lost during the resuscitation.
“Soar now, Starchild. You are free.” Cindy released the newborn entity from her hold, her smile tender and full of relief
“You will be complete.” the entity corrects “I don't know how will your body and powers react to my own essence, I cannot predict that. I've never changed a celestial being to their very core, not this drastic degree either needed for your survival.” she can't lie nor bend the truth when it came such life altering decision. Gabriel wouldn't be bearing a curse, but a part of the cosmos.
“You will belong to the eternal stars, with only two Beings other than me capable of killing you. Serin'th who caused my scar and Chionne Frollja, the Secondborn of the Universe.” the Phoenix informed further as the angel was thinking over all of her existence spanning millennias. There laid the truth, Gabriel would be permanently changed power wise and physically, forever ripped from Heaven's hierarchy.
“You will be severed from the one you refer as ‘God’, me, my creation is above Its powers.” if this is what she ultimately wanted when whispering to the stars, yearning for freedom, Cindy was ready to grant all of that
Chin tilted lower at the sudden movement, the blaze in her eyes...the same her own when the Eternal Fire had made her the same offer. Spiteful bordering on vengeance. Revenge against the world that dared to treat her like this. Revenge for the torture, the suffering, the needless sacrifices, the wasted, stolen first life.
“Hold onto your rage and desire.” the entity spoke with a nod at the decision, the blazing supernova approaching with the slightest caution; metal shrieking and snapping at the sheer supernatural heat. The Phoenix leaned down, elongated fingers carefully lifting the broken body but not spirit into her embrace, hoping her desire and flickering life was enough for her to not burn from such closeness.
She carried the delicate creature through the wiped clean wasteland which once was deemed holy, not shielding Gabriel from the sight. This wasn't her home anymore, detachment only helped both of them when it came to the actual process. No one stopped the erethal visage scorching Heaven in her wake by her existence, the journey to the end of the clouds a slight solace among the crumbling then dissipating ruins.
“I will ask one more thing from you.” the Eternal Fire spoke at the edge of the realm, setting the Archangel down gently
“Fall.”
“And trust I will catch you.”
Hope Cindy wasn't doing anything important because she's getting scooped by her boyfriend and twirled around in the air. "Missed ya, sweetheart." He coos, pressing his lips to her forehead. (@infernal-feminae) <3
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It was good, but not perfect. For most people it was perhaps perfect. Yet Cindy always wanted more: break through every limit, rule, boundary set by humans and by anatomy itself. Give her all for a glimpse of the reactions. The freshly recorded song has been blasting in her headphones for more than a half hour by now, trying to figure out what was missing and from where.
She had no complaints with the instrumental parts, the guitar solo always beyond perfect; which at first brought a ghost smile to her lips before shocking her with the revelation.
Dashing in front of the microphone in a crimson blur, one ear still plugged; she needed to hear herself not just the feedback. It started as a low, growly rumble, then her voice started to climb in perfect symphony with the electric guitar, a seamless, loud, brightening glissando. The highest note held effortlessly, allowing the guitar to fall back into its own rhythm while rock n roll still poured from her lips till she felt enough.
Yes. That was missing. Cindy laughed to herself at the fact and success, rare and full of mirth in the lone recording room- till she wasn't alone. Body, mind and soul relaxed immediately, melting into the surprise embrace with radiant warmth.
Jade eyes sparkled so brightly, small giggles slipping from her instead the previous vocal acrobatics at the loving gesture.
“Missed you more” she cheekily quipped; childish? Yes. Did she care? No.
Still curled around Erebus like a kitten, she simply loved to be...held. Kept safe and cared for.
“Did you get lost in the guitar store again?” Cindy chuckled, genuine teasing mixing with curiosity
Tip of light pink tongue briefly poking from between pale lips, one of the rare occasions they weren't adorned with a rich shade of red.
A stronger beat of her celestial heart at the room suddenly darkening and discovering the exact reason why. Her smile trembled even so slightly, now true stars littering jade green. The seemingly small gesture chasing all thoughts away, only his presence stayed, surprisingly dainty fingers gently tracing his cheek, light as a feather, as if she was afraid he would disappear at any harsher caress.
Cindy allowed her weight to fully relax, more than trusting it would be supported, held with ease. She...has never felt this way. Never, with anyone. There were always so many doubts, fears, complications; no one looked at her like this. No one treated her like this. Like she was worth all the trouble, both personal demons and cosmic magic. That she wasn't some creature, wasn't a pretty girl to woo then discard. Erebus saw perhaps she still truly was: a damaged soul full of dreams and broken ambitions.
Her reply only a silk soft laugh; because she knew him.
“I want to spend the eternity with you.”
Her confident gritty mezzo reverberating in the small universe he created with his wings; said without thinking full of conviction and love which transcended dimensions.
“If- ...if you want to.” suddenly aware of how it sounded, what it could've implied and...what if he doesn't? What if she spilled her heart, cracked her soul open too soon?
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"Missed you most~" He quips back, a soft chuckle rumbling in his throat. White eyes soften in return. Erebus is at his most relaxed when he's with Cindy.
He doesn't have to pretend, doesn't have to play the part pushed upon him. He can just be.
Leathery wings drape around her smaller form, keeping her safe. Secure.
"How'd you guess? Couldn't help it, they got some new guitars and had to check 'em out. 'Course nothing beats my own axe." He shrugs, referring to his trusty Fender. "How'd the song come out though?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOHGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGAAAAGOOOOOGOOGAGALOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
'Men.''
The lack of snapping, furthermore actually receiving a somewhat normal but still very flawed answer was surprising. Maybe someone truly saw through the human appearance?
“Yeah, no. If you were trying to pass it off as feudalism, she would be a vassal to you, indeed military service but in exchange for fief. By that logic, Pride should be her ring. Heard and seen her sacrifice a lot for you too, it would be a fair compensation.”
“She doesn't have full governing control because there are many higher ranked beings once human whom she would kill without a heartbeat. Yet she doesn't and knowing my...vengeful wicked blood, it isn't out of mercy. Presumably you shoved that vicious power into her -yes I can see the damage it caused-, her only obligation would be military service. If she had agreed to that deal in the first place.”
“Trying to keep this place standing, functioning despite the limits is not her obligation, but bet it comes handy to you that someone stepped up in front of the trainwreck you could give less fucks about. And not even having her name to her rightful achievements.” the rundown ended with a slight bite in her tone “I might not be the warlord she is, but I still have eyes. This will eventually explode into your face in such level you won't ever see coming. Not today. Not tomorrow. Perhaps not for an another few decades. But her chains are straining more each day and you are running out of time.” her words betrayed her appearance, confident wisdom, prediction without the slightest fear or shadow of doubt shouldn't spill from someone in her twenties dressed as a rockstar from the 80s.
“What's it to me?” Cindy mused; indeed she should be elated at her suffering. That her childhood demon, now a literal one was forced to serve a system she once fought to topple.
“Blood doesn't become water.” came the translated Hungarian saying as explanation. “Still my ancestor and while I have my own issues with her; I don't stand for what she's going through.” the entity concluded before turning her attention fully at Lucifer
“What happened to you?” Cindy asked so gently as if she had known him for eons. Which...in a different form, she did.
“Such passion; all turning into ashes.” half sentences as the Eternal Fire's memories slowly drifted in her mind, some hazy, some of them sharp as if it happened minutes ago.
Jade green overtaken by sparkling orange sheen as she fully gazed at and into him: the very first physical sign she allowed to show she was...something else.
“I have seen your fall, brilliant Morningstar. A beautiful tragedy of the Universe, made even more bitter by the fact you were right.” her voice shifted, coming from everywhere, yet without mockery. Half galaxy eyes only held sadness at the snapped potential; she knew how it felt way more than one would ever suspect after such display.
@phoenixborn asked: For Lucifer. Unfortunately. “Sooo why is my distant relative controlling, holding together this filth of a Ring instead of you?” the beyond disrespectful question came as easy as if she had asked what his favorite color is. Besides the bite, there was also genuinely curious undertone to it, the young woman not caring the slightest that technically she could be considered an intruder. So what if she liked this pocket dimension?
" There are like, so many reasons. Three biggest are that this is how feudalism works, I was bored, and because I have better things to do. I dunno which is the truest answer, figuring that kind of thing out is boring. " Sure, he'd been asked this question by a strange being he could tell wasn't of Hell. She was something else. Perhaps older than Hell itself, if that was even possible.
As far as he knew, the world that would become known as Hell existed since he came into existence before there was even time. It served as a dumping ground for rejected ideas, or places to experiment a little before implementing them into the realities that "mattered". Could something be older than that?
Or did she come into existence at the same time? A direct result of God's actions? Like Leviathan?
" But what's it to you? Distant relatives are hardly something to keep tabs on, let alone care about. I mean, fuck, I couldn't care less about my distant relatives nowadays. "
Where was she. Everything was familiar yet strange at the same time. Cindy couldn't recall any portal, a shift in reality; most of the time she was sensitive to such things. The place seemed to coax the dark side of the Fire more into the surface, not because she was scared. If that were the case, against such unseen darkness the opposite side would be more effective.
And then the abyss gazed back. She was...sort of used to it by now. The being held the inky gaze steadily, her own claws itching to grow, her skin to crack open to reveal the destructive power beneath.
“Funny. Was about to say the same about you.”
There was a bite just barely hidden by the nonchalance despite Cindy having no intention of harming this creature yet. She didn't want to risk a soul searching to find out more, not when her fire was roaring within. Death...not too far off.
“I don't know what entity you talk about. And I only can answer to that when I meet the Being.” she replied truthfully, allowing a sour smirk to crack across shiny ruby lips; ‘wouldn't recommend anything stupid’ that was almost a request worthy of a snort.
“I would as as: What am I. Spirit of Vengeance and Artistic Freedom. The Eternal Fire. But Cindy is fine. You are?” she asked the birdlike woman- crow? Raven? Probably crows. Would be impolite to not return the interest after all.
A SICKENING crackling was coming from the throat of the woman as a black inky blood pooled from her mouth. she was looking at the other with a immense curiosity .. this one did not heed from the entities realm did they? the scent was off putting and confusing to the Tormentor.
As the inky black blood slowly stopped pouring from the lips of the other a voice filled with crackling and snapping would start to come out as darkened eyes would watch their every move
"Who ARE you. YOU do not SMELL of one whom belongs here. yet you reek of death itself."
The Creature would speak slowly and take a raspy breath in-between her words as she stayed slightly hunched to watch the others every moves as her clawed like fingers would twitch to her sharpened artist pallet. if this one were to cause her trouble she would treat them much like a SURVIVOR and HUNT them down.
"You smell of something else...you are not here to destroy the entity now are you? "
Her head would cock to the side as she continued to look the other up and down. she was not sure just who they were or what their name was. but if they were to cause trouble it would be shut down in mere moments.
"I would not recommend anything stupid."
@phoenixborn
@flossinspector
“Tooth! ” the call full of surprise and genuine joy upon recognizing the rapidly darting, colorful figure.
She hadn't seen her in ages, perhaps bit of an overexaggeration on Cindy's part, it easily could've been just two or three years. After all, she was a bit too caught up in intergalactic politics. Either way, time was weird at best when she supposed to be the oldest being of the Universe yet she was human once. But that was a very, very long time ago.
Radiant wings exploded from her back, some feathers still could be distinguished from the celestial fire. Accompanied by a powerful gust which might just have been solar wind, the young woman easily rocketed to Toothiana's height, lazy beats keeping her afloat in the air.
“Missed you so much! How is Easter going this year?”
The jade eyed entity questioned; after that ONE TIME she allowed herself a vacation in her Sahara getaway and the world almost ended in the meantime, she definitely wasn't taking any chances with important holidays anymore.
She was holding back her blinding brilliance, all those dimension hopping actually taking an unexpected toll and necessary recharge after surfacing. Pent up energy gave her a supernatural radiance, only the scar splitting her forehead and cheek was a mistake in the celestial visage.
“Knocked out any teeth recently?” she chuckled, then a sudden idea “Would you like to see demon teeth? You know, from a pocket dimension. There are actually tons of portals around leading to it”
Silent giggles shook her shoulders as she watched her boyfriend read through the application she's snagged from his sister and had way too much fun with it. The lack of surprise lightly irked the creature's ego, calling for a challenge; no one should be able to say she's predictable.
An acrobatic flip down from her chosen perch, with a smile that promised no good.
“Alright.” Cindy agreed to his ‘request’, yet instead of getting...more dressed she simply pushed the tight vinyl fabric of her skirt up, cleaning the desk of every object with one elegant sweep.
Within seconds, she was already on top of the table in comfortable splits, fingers playing with the tiny ruby fabric, barely concealing yet still hiding the glistening evidence of excitement.
“Dinner's served.”
For Erebus because she's a little shit 😂
Fuck Buddy Application
Name: Spirit of Vengeance and Artistic Freedom; the Eternal Fire but Cindy is fine
Age: Well, technically 13.8 billion, but let's stick with 23
Are you attracted to me?: Take a wild guess.
Sub/Dom: Brat 😜 can you afford a therapist for years if I top though?
How often are you available?: To be fair I kill minimum 30 people daily, strict workout schedule, singing practice...but always have time for you ❤️🔥
Will there be extra’s?: I'm already an extra. But if that's your way of asking whenever I'm into butt stuff the answer is yes.
When can you start?: Look above you
Fuck Buddy Application
Somehow, he's not even surprised at this point. "Damn. Take a guy out to dinner first, huh?" He smirks.
The last party Cindy attended to ended up in a hospital stay, although not for her. Invites still received even after that but turned down almost immediately; as much as she enjoyed being the center of almost every kind of attention, a little space was a must. Learned the hard way and an absolute asshole ex boyfriend later. She'd planned to decline this invitation too...but a sleepover isn't the same as a party with alcohol and suspicious substances involved. Plus there was adult supervision as well.
Cindy still hasn't told them she can understand Russian. Only let it slip that it's her first sleepover and wasn't really sure what to do. The fact she wasn't laughed at was a good start and Miss Americana- Karma declared the same after her. That was a surprise, the blonde girl seemed every bit the type yet something was incredibly amiss at the same time; unlike with Ari. She was just as expected but an absolute sweetheart and a bouncing ray of sunshine.
She still couldn't sleep, only nap near the heater, alert enough to see Karma quietly jerk awake from a presumed nightmare early dawn and stayed in the bathroom ever since. Maybe she should tell someone...but she wouldn't take it kindly if the situation was reversed.
Cindy liked the company and definitely wouldn't object to repeating the experience, although she was missing her kitty, Astra terribly, the way she would curl close in a warm ball when rare anxiety surfaced. Speaking of warmth, it was still cold for her, therefore she borrowed a jacket from the pile, in the dawn's filter not quite sure whose it was. Better sorry than safe if the owner objected despite everyone wearing something different from when the night had started. After all she didn't know them for long.
“Good morning” her voice carried a natural rasp, a certain unusal edge; the hint of something lying beneath her voice. Her smile polite but practiced, in the morning mindset not as sure about the so called adult supervision. Surely, by all means he seemed a very decent man and father. But looks can be deceivingly deadly and it never hurt to remain careful at first.
New York City, May 1993
JACK had spent a good while tiptoeing around his own kitchen. He had the radio going low as he moved about wearing sweatpants and a tight-fit tank top. He threw on a silk robe that still smelled of Jean’s perfume.
He hit the coffee pot as he swirled around a pan of eggs, a cigarette lazily hanging out of his mouth. Despite it being May summer was a slow start, the heat was on to make sure everyone could stay warm. Jack Williams had listened to recent Yankees game on the radio. He had a few plates out, toast was done, and was fixing some omelettes.
The first of his kids came out, Koshmar or Koz as he went by came in the room still in a sleepy daze. Marie followed after in yellow silk pajamas that Gus got her and wandered in. She got coffee and mumbled a good morning and kissed her father before dropping to the island and listening in on the game.
“ты хоть немного поспал, мальчик?.” (Did you get any sleep boy?) He greeted to Koz as he leaned against the counter.
He shook his head and yawned. Jack didn’t want to mention as to why he was wearing William’s shirt.
“Good morning!” Ari sang skipping in wearing a pastel pink bunny onesie, Pete trailing behind like a puppy wearing clothes that Jack was sure belonged to Marie.
William, Clara, and Falcye were next, William more awake than the others.
“A great morning to you all!” William grinned as Ari latched onto his shoulder singing along.
“Good morning, good morning! It’s great to stay up late!” Ari and William sang along as Clara joined in.
She got coffee and sat next to Marie, both wearing matching yellow.
“Morning kids.” Jack smiled humming along to the music as he decided to not question why they were wearing each other's clothes, “Crazy kids.” he mumbled.
“Who wants pancakes?"
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It would've been rude to refuse, coffee always dried her throat and most of the time it tasted simply terrible. Still...maybe with the honey it could be manageable and she won't apologize for dumping half of the jar into it.
Only a split second; all traces of previous exhaustion disappeared, her smile morphing into an icy sneer matched by the cold fire in jade eyes. “Yeah, been told that already.”
The tension dissolved as soon as it washed over, the moment Cindy realized she wasn't in her old house, her father is six feet under and the gaze of this man was kinder than her own ever regarded her with.
“I...sorry. My father wasn't a kind man.” For some reason she was sure he would catch the barely concealed hint. Jade eyes gently, almost shyly flicked at Koz at the mention, a ghost of a smile at his eyes; they were pretty. Like the fabric of the night sky.
Deciding she didn't want to also burn his apartment down with her disastrous cooking ‘skills ’, Cindy decided to take a seat next to Ari, offering a shy smile; God she really wasn't used to such...domestic situations. Or any kind of situation involving being having a normal relationship with people.
“Accuse me being Miss Arizona, yet I can barely make it to the table” Karma's smile and attitude easygoing, yet Cindy saw the last minute rearranged hair, the sharpened gaze and the slightest tension in her otherwise relaxed position. She didn't ask nor mention, although slightly worried about the other girl could have vision problems with such elaborate scarring around her right eye- Cindy was lucky with her left.
“Let me snake around the heater if possible” her request although not elaborately worded, her tone still polite along with longing looks towards the source of warmth. Almost too long, spidery fingers absentmindedly rubbing, prodding at her shoulder till a brief reaction of pain passed her face like a lightning strike; gone after a second.
New York City, May 1993
JACK had spent a good while tiptoeing around his own kitchen. He had the radio going low as he moved about wearing sweatpants and a tight-fit tank top. He threw on a silk robe that still smelled of Jean’s perfume.
He hit the coffee pot as he swirled around a pan of eggs, a cigarette lazily hanging out of his mouth. Despite it being May summer was a slow start, the heat was on to make sure everyone could stay warm. Jack Williams had listened to recent Yankees game on the radio. He had a few plates out, toast was done, and was fixing some omelettes.
The first of his kids came out, Koshmar or Koz as he went by came in the room still in a sleepy daze. Marie followed after in yellow silk pajamas that Gus got her and wandered in. She got coffee and mumbled a good morning and kissed her father before dropping to the island and listening in on the game.
“ты хоть немного поспал, мальчик?.” (Did you get any sleep boy?) He greeted to Koz as he leaned against the counter.
He shook his head and yawned. Jack didn’t want to mention as to why he was wearing William’s shirt.
“Good morning!” Ari sang skipping in wearing a pastel pink bunny onesie, Pete trailing behind like a puppy wearing clothes that Jack was sure belonged to Marie.
William, Clara, and Falcye were next, William more awake than the others.
“A great morning to you all!” William grinned as Ari latched onto his shoulder singing along.
“Good morning, good morning! It’s great to stay up late!” Ari and William sang along as Clara joined in.
She got coffee and sat next to Marie, both wearing matching yellow.
“Morning kids.” Jack smiled humming along to the music as he decided to not question why they were wearing each other's clothes, “Crazy kids.” he mumbled.
“Who wants pancakes?"
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